The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.
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The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.